A physician and a nurse I work with have a bet as to when the blackest of my toenails will fall off. The cut on the right foot was a result of opening a bottom file drawer without allowing sufficient clearance. So typical.
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Holy Crap! Those are some nasty toes. Those black nails better be the result of all of that walking/running (I actually have a couple of black ones myself).
This image suprises me--you're the only woman I know who actually kept a weekly appointment at the nail salon in order to feminize her man hands.
Yes, the black nails are a result of many miles logged. Last week I added some actual outdoor hiking to the mix, and the trip back downhill added to toe and knee trauma.
Oh honey, I haven't had a weekly nail appointment since I left Dallas. Part of that is a result of not having room in a graduate student's budget, a desire to just accept having man-hands as my fate, and a desire to not be too high maintenance (my Paw-Paw Princess status notwithstanding).
Those black nails are trophies then, and I for one, am very proud of you. Let's pick a race and walk/run it together!
And the fact that you ended your weekly appointments for tips and fills tells me that you can in fact take the girl out of Texas AND take Texas (or at least North Dallas) out of the girl!
I'd laugh at my own comment if I could crack a smile, but the botox has me locked in a permanent snarl--I am still in Dallas afterall. Should I get cheek implants next, or an ass dimple?
Picking a race is a great idea. Maybe a destination race somewhere?
An ass dimple? I'm trying to get rid of my ass dimples.
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